A short poem about writing poetry.
“You’ll never write poetry”, he said
“Just watch me”, I replied
I was never going to leave it at that
I’m a man of my word
And while words may be nothing more
Than useless sounds
Dust in deserts of sound
They’re all we’ve got
I hope he’s watching now
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